With every ounce of strength that she had, she lifted her knees and twisted her hips. It wasn’t much, but it threw him off-balance long enough for her to draw breath. His lip curled and he slapped her hard, then again, then he closed his fist and started to punch her, over and over.
Jo’s lip split and her left eye was already swelling. The fear was back now as she realized that this was how he was going to do it, after all: she was going to get battered to death right here, on this bed where she’d made love with Silver.
For a few precious seconds she was back there with him; Silver was moving above her and inside her, cradling her in his strong arms, whispering sweet, hot words in her ear as she surrendered to him. She clung hard to that memory, wanting this to be the last thing that she
